Page 92 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Her breasts bounced up and down as she rode me good. The hot water sloshed over the side of the tub.

My eyelids hooded as I leaned over, taking her nipple into my mouth.

Sitting back, I stared up at her. “You will become Mrs. Rizzo next month,” I grunted as her pussy squeezed my dick.

“I’m ready to become your wife, Callum,” she purred, tugging my hair.

She was my everything. Before I left for New Jersey, I had to kill the fucker from the electronics store and that asshole GT who put his hands on my woman.

“I love you, Bianca.” I groaned as I stroked faster inside her warm walls.

“Callum,” she moaned. “I-I love you too.” Pleasure danced in her eyes as she came.

My teeth clenched her lower lip. “Time for a killing spree.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

DEAR OLD DAD

CATCH

My heart raced in my chest as I made my way towards the living room. I didn't want to involve him in this mess.

Our eyes met as I approached the wooden table where he stood.

The warm ambiance of the room, illuminated by both the soft light and the skylight, gave it a cozy feel.

A broad grin spread across his face. "Son, it's great to see you." He pulled me into a tight hug.

His arms encircled me, and I returned his embrace with a gentle squeeze. Dad leaned back and kissed both of my cheeks.

He placed his hands on my cheeks, beaming at me as if he were proud. But deep down, he wasn't.

“Callum, I’m happy you called.”

Stepping back, I arched a brow. “You are?” I asked. Sarcasm heavy in my tone.

He unbuttoned his charcoal-colored suit jacket before sitting on the sofa. “Yes, son. Despite your chosen profession, I still love you.”

I snorted a laugh. “Yeah, sure, Dad. I didn’t call you here to discuss your strange love for me.”

He raised a hand. His eyes that mirrored mine darkened. “Don’t ever call my love for you strange.”

I blew out a breath. “Yes, Dad.”

It’s probably shocking that even though I loathe my father, I still show him respect. Well, to the best of my ability.

I unfastened the buttons of my navy suit jacket. "Dad, we encountered some trouble with the Schaumburg police. I'll be heading back to work soon and I don't want my woman and her friends to have to deal with the suburban police because of something that Ritchie and I did."

My dad tilted his head inquisitively. "What exactly did you do, son?"

I sat down on the table and propped up my expensive brown dress shoe on the bench as I answered, “We started a war.”

Dad sat up straighter, if that was possible. “You started a war,” he stated.

I didn’t miss the pride in his voice.

I’ve always been ruthless. That was never a question. It was just about who I carried out my ruthless actions for was the issue.

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